I’m getting seriously bored with being triggered. This trigger was different however. Yesterday was a quiet, chilled day until around 4pm. Standing with my back to the roundabout that the vaccination centre is on, I hear a huge bang. I turn around to see a car that was being chased by the police has ploughed straight into the drivers door of some poor soul going about their business. The scumbag had gone the wrong way round the roundabout. Horrific. The pursuit car came flying around about 30 seconds later. I was ok at first but when the victim didn’t get out, I started having a panic attack.
The longer the victim was in the car, the worse it got. In the end, my supervisor sent me away so I could get myself together. I went round the corner and sat chain smoking and crying for half an hour then returned to my post only to see the fire brigade trying to extricate them through the boot. Cue more crying so I’m sent away again. In the end they had to cut them out of the vehicle. I’ve never seen anyone cut out of a vehicle before.
Empathy is a real bitch sometimes…
By the time I got home, I was still shaking. Mental. Now, I’m not in the habit of grabbing an alcoholic drink the minute I get home, for the record. I did yesterday though. I needed it, lots. It had taken me a few days to get over it, it seems. I noticed on the way to work this morning that I glanced across to the wrong side of the roundabout just in case. Clearly it’s still playing on my mind.
The above all happened just over a week ago. Work, sleep, work, sleep…
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